Psycho Boss And His Sassy Secretary

"You are not really a bad dancer. I also think that you are a fast learner," Jayden compliments Evelyn, beaming a smile at her.

They are not dancing anymore, but they are still on the dance floor, holding hands like two lovebirds, smiling excitedly at each other.

"Thank you," Evelyn smiles shyly, wondering why she's so happy and smiling sheepishly since she came to this dinner party. She loves the harmony between her and her boss tonight, though. They don't argue about anything, he doesn't get on her nerves, and she doesn't disobey him. They just danced silently, gazing into each other's beautiful eyes.

"What's on your mind, Evelyn?" Jayden asks, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She opens her mouth to say something, but her mouth quickly closes when she feels a cold liquid soak her dress. Her jaw drops and she quickly turns to see that someone just spilled red wine on her dress.

The waitress gasps sharply as she quickly squats and cleans her dress, uttering words of apology, "I... I'm s.. so s.. sorry, ma'am," She trembles. "Fuck!" Jayden curses under his breath.

Some of the people on the dance floor get distracted, as they focus their attention on them. It is not as if a reality show is happening there. Evelyn feels so embarrassed, all eyes are on her. Her dress is so wet and stained already.

"Will 'sorry' fix the dress that you ruined?" Jayden snaps at the waitress angrily, clenching his fists beside him, "Why the hell were you so careless, huh? You saw her standing here, yet you spilled the damn wine on her. Are you out of your damn mind?" He yells at the top of her voice, not giving a damn about the environment, and the stares he's getting from the people present. He has never been this angry in a while now and seeing the look on Eve's face hurt him even more. "I am sorry, sir. I am so sorry, ma," The waitress apologizes, lowering her gaze to the floor.

Evelyn interrupts before her boss can insult the waiter again. "It is okay. Let's go outside," She mutters.

"Your dress is ruined already,"

"We are causing a scene here, distracting people from partying. Let's go outside. We will sort out the dress," She insists as she holds his hand and gives him a pleading look.

Jayden nods his head. Deep down in his mind, he is feeling so happy. He loves how she said that 'we will sort out the dress', she includes him. That is so sweet.

They both walk out of the hall, with her holding his hand.

***

"You tried by spilling the drink on her body, but I still feel like the drink didn't make her body wet as I wanted it to. I want her to shiver," Emily rambles at the waiter with a frown on her face, while she gazes back at Emily in shock. She is not even happy with spilling the drink on the innocent lady, but she did that to raise money for her needs, so how dare this bitch say that trash to her?

"I tried my best," She mutters under her breath, even as she wants to scream at her.

Emily lifts her shoulder in a shrug, "Your best is not enough, dear. Anyway, I made a promise to you and I'm going to fulfill it. I am going to give you $200," She says as she dips her hand inside her purse and gives it to the waitress before she walks away elegantly and proudly...

Jayden steals a glance at his wristwatch. It is late in the night, there is no way for him to get a new dress for Evelyn. He is sure that all boutiques close to the area will be closed by now and he can't order online. Who will deliver a dress to him at almost 2am?

"Can you just drop me at home? Or I should get a cab? I don't want to be selfish, you may still be interested in the party," Evelyn says, giving him a little smile.

Jayden pats her on her shoulder, "You look down. Are you okay?" He asks, his voice filled with concern.

"I am okay," She replies to him, forcing a smile. Of course, she's not happy. How's she supposed to be after what happened back there?

He moves an inch closer to her, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek in his palm, while staring intently into her eyes like he wants to see through her soul, "The party is going to be boring without you. Do you expect me to let you leave? If you are leaving, we are going together," He says almost in a whisper in a seductive way that makes her heart misses a beat. What the hell is he doing to her?

"Mr. Jayden, you..." She pauses and bites her bottom lip as her voice suddenly stops working, her heart beating rapidly against her chest like it's trying to force its way out.

"Come on, let's go somewhere. We can start our night party there," He suggests, and her eyes lit up in delight.

"Where? I hope it is not a nightclub," She says, and he chuckles softly, tucking his hands in his pockets.

"It is not a nightclub, Evelyn. I am taking you to my house," He announces, and her jaw drops.

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"Turner's Mansion? I am not going with you. It is odd for you to take me to your family's house. You are my boss," She rambles.

"Not Turner's mansion, but my house," He rolls his eyes.

"Do you have a house?" She asks confusingly. All this while, she has been thinking that he lives with his family. It's not that she has a reason to think that though. He shakes his head in disbelief, "What do you take me for? I am a billionaire, dummy," He chuckles softly.

"Wow! Do - "

He cut short her words, by placing a finger on her lips, not caring about the fact her lip gloss will stain his finger.

"Don't ask questions anymore. Just let's enter the car and go there," He winks at her, and her heart stops beating...

A FEW MINUTES LATER

Evelyn watches in awe as Jayden leads her to his house. The house is really beautiful and simple, yet well furnished. It is a duplex but it screams 'wealth'. They walk into the living room, welcoming her with a sweet scent of air freshener.

"So, nobody lives here?" Evelyn mutters, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Yes. I told my engineers to build the house when I was bored. It is not really my taste, I'll probably dash it out later," He answers, ripping off his tie and jacket.

Evelyn swallows a gulp down her throat. He looks so hot with just his shirt. The white shirt is transparent and glued tightly to his body, giving her access to admire and drool over his hot body. Now that she thinks of it, why the hell did she follow him here? How come she's not scared he might do something to hurt her?

"Why is the house not to your taste? It's beautiful and simple," She finally speaks up.

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He gives a half-shrug, "I don't know. I want something more simple. By the way, you are the first person I brought here," he tells her.

She blushes, "Wow!"

"I don't have female clothes. Never knew that I will bring a girl here," He mumbles, and continues, "You can manage my long shirt, though,"

They finally head to the master's bedroom in the house. Since the other rooms are still under maintenance, they would have to sleep together in the bedroom.

After she has her bath in the bathroom, she walks back into the bedroom and finds a shirt on the bed. Jayden is not in the room, so she concludes that he must be outside.

She changes into the shirt.

She walks over to the full-length mirror in the room and checks her reflection in the mirror. She is pleased that her face is not ruined because of the makeup she applied to her face.

Jayden barges into the bedroom without knocking, forgetting that he's not the only one in the room. He is so used to not knocking before entering his room. His mouth falls open as he stares at the angel in front of him. "I am done, Mr. Jayden," She says with a smile plastered on her face.

Jayden can't find the right words to say. He caresses her body from head to toe with his eyes, accidentally letting out a groan. Now, he is acting like a normal man.

The shirt he chose for her is too short for her. It stops at her upper thigh. If she sits down and he stares at her intensely, he will definitely be able to see the color of her pants.

His hand tightens into fists. She is not wearing a bra. The shirt is so transparent, that the shape of her boobs is so visible to him. They are not big but they are standing upright and firm, her nipples pointing at him. For the first time after a very long time, it seems like he is horny. He gets a boner...